Why MYSTERIES? Because that is the genre I read. Why PARADISE? Because that is where I live.
Among other things, this blog, the result of a 2008 New Year's resolution, will act as a record of books that I've read, and random thoughts.

Here is the synopsis: What do you do when you find out that your whole life could be a lie?

I talked to my mother the night she died, losing myself in memories of
when we were happiest together. But I held one memory back, and it
surfaces now, unbidden. I see a green postbox and a small hand
stretching up to its oblong mouth. I am never sure whether that hand is
mine. But if not mine, whose?

Louise Redmond left Ireland for London before she was twenty. Now, more
than two decades later, her heart already breaking from a failing
marriage, she is summoned home. Her mother is on her deathbed, and it is
Louise's last chance to learn the whereabouts of a father she never
knew.

Stubborn to the end, Marjorie refuses to fill in the piecesof her
daughter's fragmented past. Then Louise unexpectedly finds a lead. A man
called David Prescott . . . but is he really the father she's been
trying to find? And who is the mysterious little girl who appears so
often in her dreams? As each new piece of the puzzle leads to another
question, Louise begins to suspect that the memories she most treasures
could be a delicate web of lies.See my reviewSee what others have chosen for Pick of the Month